early in the morning
        I am alone
I wander the streets of my town
        in search of peace.

Houses pass me as I float
        on my way
Seeing the world sleep
        while I awake.

What am I looking for?
        life
        a reason for living
        the beauty in existance

The darkness
        envelops me
Shapes are the launguage
        impressions
                of beings sleeping
                around me

Faded images guide my
        turns as I run.

My body and mind
        clear themselves
        as my muscles
                warm up
        remembering their tasks.

The run continues
        until I find
                what I was looking for

Then I face the day.
        -by Scott Tomlinson
                10-6-1997